Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why you're

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, let's go get 'em
time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's never been a nigga this good for long
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so different flows
This ones for song
The one I'll switch up
one will get bit up
These
To lazy to make up
They
don't paint pictures
They trace me
You know
Soon they forget who they
They style from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm only biggin' up my
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own is foolish
So the and things you sing about
em out
It's to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
more can I tell you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer than
And I'm back for
New York's
Prime back to finish my business up

What can I say?
What can I do?
I give all to you
I know this much is
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You know what I'm about
Flying birds down
Moving wet off the
Purple in the drought
Stunting on
Brushing off my
But ain't nothing on my
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I make
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to Turks and
case loads
I give a shit
Nigga one to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a cipher
What more can I say play the beat

We gonna let this ride into the
I'ma snap my fingers on one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
When got you in a mag
For like half a
And your ass ain't

That mean shit you write must be illy
Either that or your is silly
It's
I don't mean to
But if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on ads
The Stewart
far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard
had the balls to do it
And no I'm not with it
In I'm just previewing it
ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To girls stop false accusing it
Back to the
The Maybach roof is
Niggas got a problem
up be
They shut up me
down I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my brash
But I vividly
What streets did to me
So me
these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a
I literally
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a to knock your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't scared
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever around here
Excluding
Look I embody
The soul of a I really ran the street
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of
Or up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you down my lines
Add that to the I went plat a bunch of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be number one on list
We'll see what when I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)